Alice hoisted her backpack over her shoulder, "This isn't over Soc." She spun around, and began to walk towards her creative writing class.
John sighed. He said, "I got to get going. If I'm late for history one more time, Mr. Lloyd will kill me. Later man." He then headed off in the opposite direction.
The girl in the dress wrote you a song.
Be Yourself! There's NO ONE better!
Warning: Objects in a mirror maybe distorted due society's unrealistic views of beauty.
If you're feeling lost, alone, suicidal, or have tendencies to self-harm, come talk to me. I might not always know what to say, but I'll be there.